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Vincent Lessard
A nosferatu like no other...
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Wing City
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Patcharoo, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Normal
Vampire by Irulana
In Combat
Vampire by el grimlock
Bat Form
Vampire Bat by *thedragonofdoom
Vampire by Irulana
In Combat
Vampire by el grimlock
Bat Form
Vampire Bat by *thedragonofdoom
Personality
A charming nosferatu who comes from a northern province. His behaviour is distinctly sauve, smooth even, his mannerisms controlled and his accent nonspecific. He carries himself with a sense of pride, superiority and patience. While certainly an intimidating figure, at times he has shown the ability to care for those who matter to him.
Equipment
Physique
As a part of his vampiric traits, Vincent has enhanced regeneration, to the point where wounds are recovered from almost instantly. This talent, as well as a lot of Vincent's magic and physical strength are lost in the sun. He also maintains the ability to change to a progressively more threatening form. Of course, to get to this point he must sacrifice much of his dignity.
Equipment
Sword: When stabbed or cut with this blade it progressively saps the energy of the target giving it to Vincent
Dagger: When stabbed or cut with this blade it progressively steals the soul of the injured target. Prolonged exposure will result in their soul being trapped inside the dagger.
Armour: Sunder ability, which switches the life force of the target and Vincent, swapping how weak and tired they are. Must be used at close range, takes time to prepare, one fight use.
Nosferatu
The ancient magics tied to the blood of the nosferatu are fabled in their powers capable of great feats. One of the most notable natural gifts bestowed allows him to focus his piercing gaze into the eyes of another and invading their mind. After having done so he can prompt them to act under his influence with mere vocal suggestion or implant deep seated mental traps to bring upon a later day. Even for those not caught under his control, those who meet his gaze can be subject to a subtle assaults on the mind of the individual that scales from a direct disabling attack to inspiring their darkest fear into their hearts.
Vampirism
Being vampiric in nature the powers associated are within in his grasp. As such he can be dangerously brutal in his blood based abilities. Through touch he can drain the raw energies that consist of a persons life and sap them down to nothing. Likewise, he can send out sharp spikes of his own lifeblood to poison others, weakening and slowing them. In addition he is able to convert his entire body into a pool of blood temporarily which can harm any who step into it.
Death
One so closely bound to death has a certain control over it. Vincent's retains the ability to give life to the unliving, resulting in the horrible state of undeath for what he selects. Dangerous spells related to death are also available in his retinue of powers.
Pets
Gryphon Mount
Zombie Griffin by drakhenliche
History
After the death of his love Eleanor, Vincent was driven into a mad quest to search up ways to bring her back. Turning to necromancy and macabre sciences, he spent many years looking for an answer to death until he found a way that he would never have to lose his family again.
Vampirism.
He converted himself followed quickly by his daughter Sanina then later his other daughter Kaitlynn, as she was away at the time.
So begins...
Vincent Lessard's Story
Vincent Lessard guides his escort towards Parson, following his nose. "You there boy, you reek of death and my daughter. Are you that boy she's adopted?" he inquires. The headless corpse next to him walks as elegantly as he does in their approach.
Parson stabs another bat before looking to Vincent. "You mean Sanina? Yeah, Nina took me and that- and Bethany in. Why?" He asked tossing it in with the other bats. Killin bats was less fun that he thought when made into a chore. And this felt like a chore. Surely that was enough for now?
Besides, what use did Sanina have for so many stupid bats. There were jsut dumb animals. Dumb, dead animals.
Besides, what use did Sanina have for so many stupid bats. There were jsut dumb animals. Dumb, dead animals.
Vincent Lessard stares down at the bats. "Speak when spoken to, boy. Your elders deserve respect. Give answers, never questions." He was mostly being hard the child because they weren't of the same blood. "What do you think of my girlfriend here," he says, indicating to the headless woman whos arm was wrapped around his. The claw wounds at her neck probably hinted of the way she died.
Parson stared at him. "She's got no head." He told him calmly. "I seen weirder. Sanina keeps dead cats." He told him, staring at Vincent curiously. "I think Nina is a little crazy. She carries around a skeleton like its a baby."
Vincent Lessard looks at the headless woman for a moment. "She's a filthy whore!" he shouts, fingers turning to claws, gripping into the flesh at her shoulder and tearing the arm from the socket. He swings an arm around to knock the body over, then begins stomp on the chest with one foot. "What did I say about respecting your elders boy?" he asks dangerously, pausing in his stomping, "You do not call my daughter crazy, and what's wrong with my granddaughter?" He resumes his stomping.
Parson stared at him, a hint of respect in his expression. What a wonderful grandparent he had. "You said respect them. I'm not unrespecting you." His speech had been affected by his time on the streets. Which meant his accent was as lousy as his grammar. "Alright. I won't call Nina crazy. And Bethany is stupid. That's what's wrong with her."
Vincent Lessard shrugs, cracking beneath his foot as it breaks the ribs. The next couple of stomps left his foot in the womans chest, a mangled scene of blood, organs and flesh. He turns to examine Parson, retrieving his foot from the macabre mess he left. "She likes it too," he comments, the corpse climbing back up, "Disgusting woman. Who is Bethany?"
Parson stared at him. "My new sister. Your granddaughter. She's a baby and cries a lot." Of course, that may be because she was often left in Parson's deranged care. " Were you talking about that skeleton? That's supposed to be a kid?"
Vincent Lessard nods. "Yes, Jezzebelle is my granddaughter. What's wrong with that?" he asks plainly, as if not understanding the skeleton part of it. "You don't understand this world very much, do you child. Grpyhon, pull the cart," he calls, the decaying, half rotted bird with loose feathers falling away moving to grab onto the cart in anyway it could and start dragging it. "Which way were you headed?"
Parson shrugs. "Guess not. And all right. I was goign to get mroe bats. Nina said she wanted a coupla hundred. I don't think I have that many yet." The boy, despite his best effort, had gathered precisely 68 bats.3 of which would be completely unusable, though he didn't know that.
Vincent Lessard seems to give him an approving look. "They'll make a mighty swarm, won't they," he insists. "Have you developed anything yet boy? Other then bat hunting skills." His voice sounded a bit indignant, possibly impatient. Why invest in a child who could not promise anything in return.
Parson stares up at him. "Whatchu mean? Like powers and stuff?" He shook his head, stabbing one fo the bats. It began to shrivel, as the knife stayed in it and he watche fascinated as the bat dried out entirely, forgetting the question.
"Cool. I like my knife." Technically it was Sanina's. And the fact that he could use it simply showed that he had some type of necromantic power in him, though he didn't know how to access it yet.
"Cool. I like my knife." Technically it was Sanina's. And the fact that he could use it simply showed that he had some type of necromantic power in him, though he didn't know how to access it yet.
Vincent Lessard nods approvingly to go with his look. "Yes, powers and 'stuff'." Despite his looks, he had distaste in the commoness of the boy. He sharply turns, aiming to grab the boy by the chin in one sudden motion, then tilt it left, then right. "Have you been turned yet? Has Sanina yet granted you our gift?" he asks.
Parson submitted to Vincent's touch though he made a nasty face at the handling. "What're you talking about? You're weird!" He declared, "I don't know nothing 'bout no powers." Indeed, he didn't know of his talent. Though, if he survived long enough, he might soon discover. "I can tell Nina's dead things are dead. I can't figure out why they move. they got something in them that makes 'em do it, but I can't cut it out. I tried." He could see the power, he merely couldn't access it. So he tried killing it and dicing up what had it to find them.
"I ain't turned. Whatever that is."
"I ain't turned. Whatever that is."
Vincent Lessard lets out a laugh, releasing the boy and turning away. "You don't know? That's absurd. Do you have no education? No of course you don't. Look at the common way you speak. Tell my daughter you're not to be turned until you're fifteen. It doesn't matter if you understand it or not, its important." He pets the gryphon, decaying eye spinning around to look at his hand.
Parson rolls his eyes. "Course not! I grew up on the streets. And I'll tell her." If he remmebered. "I ain't never been to school. Not since I was seven. But I can kinda read." Only kind of. He was a very slow reader. "What do I call you you?"
Vincent Lessard turns around to Parson. "I am Vincent Lessard. Call me Vincent, or 'Vince' if that's all your common mind can handle. Do you have any fears boy?"
Parson stared at him. "No. I got no fears Vincent. And I can say your stupid name. I'm not stupid." He said, obviously, annoyed.
Vincent Lessard reaches out a hand. "Everyone should fear something," he says, casting the spell on the utterance of the word. It'd likely summon up whatever the boy did fear, and leave him to cower before or attack whatever he saw. Vincent climbs onto his gryphon, kicking the headless, one armed corpse away before taking off to the skies. The boy would learn to fear Vincent if it was the last thing he did.